The ladies from The Cleaning Authority are here working. I’ve been up since 7:00, journaling and then working to find the maximum amount of horizontal surface area so they could actually do their work. And now, it’s past time for me to head to my job, yet I am compelled to complete a daily blog post. So, here goes.
Several years ago, I was reading about making dream pillows with calming herbs and thought that a washable doll with a secure pocket for changeable herb packets would be a great thing. The pocket is doubled back so that small fingers cannot remove it, but an adult can easily remove it in order to toss the dolly into the washer. I sewed up a few to sell on e-bay and then realized that while I really enjoyed designing it, and liked sewing specific items for specific people, I really did not like production sewing.
So, now I have a bin filled with patterns, assorted fabrics, yarns, herbs, and a few dollies that I may one day return to when I have a notion to do some sewing, crafty stuff. And I have also fulfilled the Blogging Imperative for today.
Every morning, I write Morning Pages. It’s something I’ve done off and on for almost two decades, starting with the first time I read Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. A couple of years ago, I reread it and went through all the exercises and endeavored to make Morning Pages a daily practice. At first, I spent $10-12 on each ruled, wire-bound journal, purchased from the bargain table at Barnes and Noble. When I got to the point where I was actually writing every day and going through one blank book per month, I decided that the $1 composition books from Target or Office Depot worked just as well, and when I watched for the Back-To-School sales, I could pick them up for half-price or less. Now I have dozens of them stashed around the house, ready for me to fill up with what is essentially a daily brain-dump.
Sometimes I sit at an antique secretary in the den, sometimes at my sewing machine/desk in the bedroom, and on the weekends when I feel the need for extra solitude and quiet, I take myself out to the travel trailer that is parked on the side of the house between camping trips. I have taken my current journal with me to early morning doctor’s appointments so that I could stop by the coffee house afterwards and do the writing I hadn’t had time to do before the appointment. As I’ve progressed in this daily writing habit, I have found that I am able to write with more focus in what at one time would have been unbearably distracting conditions.
Some people refer back to their journal/diaries for reference or as a memory aid. I have almost never done so (as if I’d be able to decipher my handwriting anyway). Others keep theirs as some kind of gift to the future or a legacy for their children. Since mine act as both a writing lubricant and therapy tool, I don’t believe that I would want anyone reading them, nor do I think anyone would find them particularly interesting. I do keep them, although I’m not sure why, but I only have them dating back about 6 years, as shortly after I moved to Florida, I had an amazingly cathartic bonfire in my backyard, burning all the pages I had written up until that time.
But, I digress. The original direction I had for this post was that it took me about three years to fully integrate Morning Pages into my daily routine and make it something that I anticipate as I know how it enriches my day. My next step is to make regular blogging so much a part of my routine that it is just the next step in a natural progression after coffee and Morning Pages. Maybe one day, I’ll get yoga in there, too.